Makes a good case for INDOOR CATS!![]()
Makes a good case for INDOOR CATS!![]()
"Do or do not. There is no try." -- Yoda
When I was younger and living at home (I'm talking like, 25 years ago or more), we had barn cats on our farm. One of the cats, Corvette, was one of my favorites, and I considered her "mine".
Apparently, Corvette, had other ideas. She would disappear for days, sometimes weeks, and I remember thinking something awful happened to her. Turns out she had just wandered up the back country road to another neighbor who only had one cat, and also kept her inside a lot more (cats weren't considered inside pets back in the day at my house). I finally convinced my mom that Corvette would be happier as a primarily indoor cat, so she did come back and spend much more time with us than up at the neighbor's house.
It's all in what they want and what they get. I didn't blame her for wanting to spend more time inside.
Yes, my first dog, Peaches, my heart dog. She absolutely adored one of my neighbors. I often said that if she could figure out how to get to Joyce's condo without crossing the street (she knew she wasn't allowed in the street alone), she would have left me in a heartbeat. Actually, Peaches was a very very good girl, and one time I put her in a sit-stay and put something in the dumpster, when I returned she was gone. I found her at Joyce's front door. I later found out that she followed another neighbor who had taken some cupcakes across the street to Joyce's place.
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But I never doubted that she loved me and was happy with me.
Last edited by Ginger's Mom; 09-28-2008 at 08:50 PM.
I never had that problem! Everyone I've ever had has known which side their bread is buttered on!!!I've always spoiled them all rotten!!!!!
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I am the other owner....for Daisy. She doesn't officially live here, but she might as well and I love her like she was my own.
When i was a kid we had a German Short Haired Pointer. I don't remember where George came from, but we got him as an adult dog. A young man who worked for my Dad, house and dogsat for us once when we went on holidays. When we got back, George decided he'd rather live with him. My Dad's shop was in our yard and every time that kid came to work, George tried to go home with him. Eventually, George got his way and he got to live with the person he picked! We kept visitiation rights!
George led a life of complete luxury. His owner's mother cooked him steak and liver for his dinner. He had his own bed--a toddler's bed converted into a dog bed. He was spoiled rotten and deeply loved! It was a good deal for George!
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